Ecstasy at Dawn

By Paul Anthony

Tucked away, on the side of a small mountain, was a community of young and old that on any particular day was no different then most small towns except for the recent discovery of an unusual plant. This plant was a cross between two vines that produced a flower with the properties of a hallucinogenic and sexually arousing drug. This magical plant was accidentally mixed up with the Kudzu blossoms when preparing jelly for the local fair. Unbeknownst to a fourteen-year-old girl, she had inadvertently mixed this plant with the Kudzu while preparing the ingredients to make Kudzu jelly. She had prepared enough jelly to sell at the local summer fair where several town folks had sampled the jelly. The ingestion produced erotic and sensual experiences that no one was prepared for.
The characters reach such uninhibited heights that they were never the same after experiencing the profound and enlightening journeys induced by the mystical jelly. This story of innocence and the pursuit of sexual freedom takes form in many ways involving the young students of Bedford and the not so young residents of this sleepy mountain town. The facts mixed with fiction present an interesting blend of relationships, encounters, self-discovery and sexual encounters that document the attitudes of all ages as they partake in one of Mother Nature’s gifts to mankind.
Sprinkled through out the story you will find stimulating conversation and narrative explanations of how the jelly affected the individual. This is a story that should be read while spending a quiet evening at home in the comfort of your bedroom or maybe while taking a soothing hot bath. Be advised that your imagination will be kicked into sexual hyper drive while sharing these erotic and exciting moments with the individual characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Anthony
• Release date: Dec 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310926211

Paul Anthony

Musician song writer, artist, writer, poet, person of many colors. Read "After Fifty" and you will get to know the real me, not just the public me. :-)

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Ecstasy at Dawn

By

Paul Anthony

Prologue to Ecstasy

Tucked away, on the side of a small mountain, was a community of young and old that on any particular day was no different then most small towns except for the recent discovery of an unusual plant. This plant was a cross between two vines that produced a flower with the properties of a hallucinogenic and sexually arousing drug. This magical plant was accidentally mixed up with the Kudzu blossoms when preparing jelly for the local fair. Unbeknownst by a fourteen-year-old girl, she had inadvertently mixed this plant with the Kudzu while preparing the ingredients to make Kudzu jelly. She had prepared enough jelly to sell at the local summer fair where several town folks had sampled the jelly. The drug produced erotic and sensual experiences that no one was prepared for.

The characters reach such uninhibited heights that they were never the same after experiencing the profound and enlightening journeys induced by the mystical jelly. This story of innocence and the pursuit of sexual freedom takes form in many ways involving the young students of Bedford and the not so young residents of this sleepy mountain town. The facts mixed with fiction present an interesting blend of relationships, encounters, self-discovery and sexual encounters that document the attitudes of all ages as they partake in one of Mother Nature’s gifts to mankind.

Sprinkled through out the story you will find stimulating conversation and narrative explanations of how the jelly affected the individual. This is a story that should be read while spending a quiet evening at home in the comfort of your bedroom or maybe while taking a soothing hot bath. Be advised that your imagination will be kicked into sexual hyper drive while sharing these erotic and exciting moments with the individual characters.

Introduction

Ecstasy at Dawn is the story of the earth’s gift to mankind; the treasures hidden deep in nature’s ever evolving vegetation provided to man, for better or worse. This is an example of the constant battle and irony between government and man’s freedoms; that on one hand are individually demanded and on the other hand restricted by the bodies of man who govern the land. A paradox of the human experience from generation to future generation and how the unknown and lack of tolerance hold back the progress of man’s spiritual and social evolution to enlightenment.

The earth’s personality is altered by every breeze, rainstorm, and position of the earth’s surface to the sun and moon. As one looks out over the landscape, dawn’s mist rolls over the landscape like a roaming cloud of humidity, leaving a thin layer of water droplets each having their own boundaries and short time on the entangled vines before evaporating back into space. The shivering grass and random shaped surfaces that make up the surrounding country side all seem to have a diamond like sparkle like one would see when looking into a spider web drenched in the morning dew. Every day the turning earth creates worlds within worlds by changing the warm days into cold nights then slowly into cool moist terrain covered by the first hint of a new day. Dawn appears as quickly as it disappears. The few moments of the transition from dark to light, cool to warm, wet to dry, all takes place in mere minutes, each time the earth turns its new face toward the sun. In that brief moment, when the night befalls the day, dawn is present, revealing its magic and sometimes horror when the light reveals the product of the passing night.

At no other time is the land as pure and refreshed as it is at dawn. The inevitable end to the darkness, dawn ushers in the light that transcends the sleeping into movement, the nocturnal into rest, introducing each and every day as if it were the first. The mesmerizing power of the sunlight peeking over the horizon, through the branches and hill tops producing mystic rays of light that dance over the dew drenched grass, slowly transforming the droplets into vapor, uncovering the plants, rocks, and all the living things that lay sleeping under nights cover. During this precise moment, between daybreak and morning, dawn rules the world, time zone by time zone. The electric energy produced by the sun’s vibrations begins the photosynthesis, magnified by each droplet on each blade of grass and each leaf to produce the delicate balance of oxygen producing life.

Hidden deep in nature’s thousands species of plants, lives the Llaslaehevol plant (La-slae-hevol). It sports its leaf-like sepals that originally enclosed the bud, surround reproduction organs of the flower, protecting the mysterious DNA that lays down the plant’s biological blueprint. This plant produces properties unlike any other. Researchers say that by identifying the master switch gene that is responsible for the formation of a flower's reproductive organs, (the plant parts that provide most of the world's food) you discover the chemical makeup of this very rare flower’s pollen and seed pod that contain a molecular signature never before charted by science.

C11H15NO2

Llaslaehevol molecular signature

The magical discovery of this exotic wonder takes place in a town surrounded by a national forest along a stretch of road that once was traveled by the early settlers. The mountain pass wound down Black Bear Mountain. This was one of the smallest mountains in the range that divided the north from the south. Not far off this road was the town of Bedford. The countryside was speckled with a few farms to the south and cabins or occasional family dwellings along the road. You would need to fly in from the south heading to the top of Black Bear Mountain to see the layout; how the town is nestled in the protection of the other mountains as if it were the child cradled in Mother Nature’s arms. The drive from the top of the mountain to the bottom was about a two-hour trip, winding down the southern side, ending at the city of Greenville at the bottom of the mountain. At night you would not see much, but during the day it was spectacular, with the massive rock cliffs that had been washed clean by the rain run-off from the mountain. From a distance you could see the town of Bedford that shoots off of State Highway 64 on to Main Street that runs through Bedford. The side of an old mine still bears the big sign made out of boulders. It simply was the letter B. Back in the early eighteen hundreds, the mining company would mark the mine so workers could find it. They would move big boulders into the pattern of a letter, so they could use it as a landmark. I don’t know which came first, the letter B or the name Bedford, but all the Bedford residents proudly pointed it out to visitors.

Greenville, the closest big city to Bedford, was at one time the Crossroads for travelers moving from the Southeast to the Northwest and vice versa and they all had to head up through Bedford Pass along what used to be called Old Mountain Trail but is now Old 64. There were two major railroad lines that crossed in Bedford, the C and O and Chesapeake Ohio Railroads. Bedford was a busy town back before trucks and airplanes took over most of the interstate commerce traffic.

Back in the old mining days when the B mine was still operating they would use the railroad to get the ore to market. Now Bedford is a mix of early sixties hippies, bikers, artists, and natives. The Bedford high school senior class last year graduated thirteen students. The total population of Bedford is around fourteen hundred and that is a matter of debate; most of those live in the surrounding foothills and on the mountain. Bedford only has one main street and it’s called Main Street.

Up the mountain about twenty minutes from Bedford one can see evidence of the early stagecoach trail. The stagecoach used Bedford Pass as the way over the mountain range. Halfway up the mountain, is a turn off, that was the old stagecoach station, and you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention. It drops off the edge of the road in a thirty-degree angle dropping one hundred feet below the surface of the road into a beautiful meadow surrounded by forest and a small creek that runs through the property. Kerrs Creek would get more like a river during the rainy season but provide fresh mountain water year round for the inhabitants of the Zion Tavern and Hotel. This quaint building was once the stagecoach station and had some outbuildings, like a twenty by twenty foot smoke house, an old seventeenth century log cabin, and a few one-room cottages that were used for sleeping rooms. Now all the outbuildings have been fixed up to accommodate frequent visitors to the mountain.

The climate in the surrounding area is moderate, only a few months of extreme cold weather with the rest of the year staying between sixty to ninety degrees from early March to late October, when the trees would display their many colors. It is a paradise on the mountainside.

The First Chapter

Dawn brings out the magic of life

Camellia, a young girl of fourteen years old, was riding her bike to work one morning. During this routine trip to work she observed a bright red flower that caught her eye as she passed the graveyard. It was surrounded by acres of trees and bushes all covered by the Kudzu vine.

This remarkable plant, Kudzu (Pueraria lobata) vine, thrives where land has been damaged by erosion and where fields and roads have replaced protective forests. It flourishes where over farming, overgrazing, or bulldozing have stripped the land of its nurturing soil. This left eroded, red clay moonscapes in their wake. Back in the nineteen thirties and forties, Kudzu was widely introduced to replace the slower growing vegetation in order to prevent continued erosion of the land. Kudzu grew beyond anyone's expectations. It covered the land voraciously, growing as much as a foot in a single day, and once it established roots, the thick, starchy taproots are nearly impossible to remove.

Camellia lived in Bedford where she lived with her family. It was Camellias first summer job, where she baked bread at the local bakery, she didn’t want to be late, so she had to hurry. On her way to work she noticed a bright red flower from afar and only by chance. Had she stopped to look closer, the flower would have seemed to be a mutant plant. The center of the flower was a display of iridescent insects hovering around the stamen like fairy dust. Having seen the plant from the road, Camellia declared that she would return to harvest this beautiful exotic looking flower. Eager to give it to her new boyfriend, Eric. However when she returned to collect the treasure later that day, to her surprise, she found no sign of any flower, only vines and weeds. Had she seen something that looked like a flower or had someone else harvested the flower for themselves?

This surrounding vegetation was like most overgrown fields except for the Kudzu (One of the 7 herbs of autumn, aki-no-nanakusa) vines. They covered every living tree and rock in view. Used medicinally in Japan for generations, Kudzu root was imported to America in the early nineteen thirties because it’s large penetrating root system and nitrogen-fixing capability made it ideal for building soil and preventing soil erosion. This vine soon covered woods, fields, barns and telephone poles for miles. The warm and mild climate and the lack of predator insects created the ideal environment for kudzu and the Llaslaehevol to flourish, allowing both plants to grow un-checked. What started as a small experiment was soon to become a large problem.

Camellia was a young girl in the early stages of puberty, emotionally charged by the beauty of what she had seen and eager to search for another flower, not thinking about the fast growing Kudzu. Determined to re-discover her sighting, she looked early at dawn for the intriguing flower. Having grown up in the Southwest, Camellia had learned the art of jelly making from her Grandmother who was a Yaqui Indian. She recognized the flower of the Kudzu plant as one of the flowers her Grandmother harvested to make jelly. Grandmother had told her about this flower but since it bloomed so early in the morning, Camellia had never seen it in person.

Her Grandmother would tell Camellia of ancient times when the Yaqui Indians believed that the Creator made ocean animals and allowed some to emerge onto land. Some evolved into a short human form they called the Surem. They were the early ancestors of the Yaqui's. The Sureni lived in a time out of mind and were a peace-loving, gentle people who had no need for government and had no word for war. Life in the Sonoran desert was a harmonious perfection for the Surem until they received a vision through a little flower that prophesied about new horticultural techniques, Christianity, savage invaders, and disunity. The Surem became frightened about parts of this message and transformed into taller, defensive farming people called Yaquis (Hiakim) or Yo'emem (The People). In 1987 Camellia had lived with her Grandmother in Tempe Arizona learning the ways of the Yaqui traditions and culture. She had learned much from her Grandma and remembered the Kudzu flower as one that was used to make jelly.

Eager to impress her new boyfriend she was determined to return to the field where she saw that beautiful flower, hoping once again to find it. At the same time she could also collect Kudzu flower blossoms to make some jelly. The kudzu blossom jelly would be a great birthday surprise for Eric. Whenever possible, Camellia would walk to the field that bordered the local graveyard to harvest the flowers while they were blooming. Always keeping a watchful eye out for the mysterious flower that she saw that early summer morning.

Camellia knew from her Grandma that its roots were very starchy, and that it was used in Japan and China as a general drug for both relaxing tension and relieving pain in tight, aching neck and shoulder muscles caused by summer heat. She smiled as she remembered her Grandma saying that it could cure everything.

Other facts that she learned were, it was used to expel the common cold with fever, headache, stiffness and back pain; let out skin eruption in measles and rashes; for diarrhea of dampness-heat type; promote the production of body fluid to quench thirst for internal heat; treat tinnitus and coronary heart disease; and was used as an antidote to drug and alcohol poisoning.

These genetic attributes had merged and mutated with another less common plant called the Argyreia Nervosa. There are no records of any traditional psychoactive use of argyreia nervosa, but in recent times the seeds have become popular for their LSD-like effects. While one seed may already cause minor effects, dosages of 4 to 8 seeds are usually employed for psychedelic experiences, which last for about 6 to 8 hours. The popular method of preparation is to soak the finely ground seeds in a minimal amount of water for several hours, then consuming both the water and seeds. Soaking the ground seeds in saliva, or chewing the seeds and spitting them into a bowl, macerating them this way for five to twenty hours before consuming them can apparently make stronger extracts. Saliva appears to break down the seed, releasing the active ingredients. Shamans use many members of the convolvulaceae family in a similar manner (Turbina corymbosa, Ipomoea violacea, Stictocardia tilliaefolium).

In ayurvedic medicine, the root is used as a tonic for the nervous system and brain, as an aphrodisiac and for the treatment of arthritis, diabetes, and low sperm count. The seeds of argyreia nervosa contain about 0.3% ergot alkaloids, including chanoclavine, lysergol, ergotmetrine and ergine. These are all derivatives of Lysergic acid and most are collectively named lysergic acid amides (LSA). LSD (Lysergic Acid Diiethylamide) is also a lysergic acid amide and although resembling the